A dozen years after the breakdown of society caused them to flee to northern Ontario, the an Anishinaabe community has come to the conclusion that declining resources mean they must venture back south. They send a group of scouts in search of their ancestral land, a journey that is dangerous enough that no one has ever returned from it. As the six travelers make their way toward the Great Lakes, they encounter hauntingly empty cities, crazed gun-toting cultists, and even a handful of potential allies. But will they reach their destination? And if they do, will it be safe for the remainder of their community to join them?
A slow and thoughtful book, this post-apocalyptic tale will appeal to fans of Station Eleven and When the English Fall, both of which involve communities learning to cope with their new dystopian normal. This one, however, includes elements of the Anishinaabe tribal customs, which adds to the impact of the novel. This is a sequel (to Moon of the Crusted Snow) though I didn't realize that until after I read it — it easily stands alone.
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